My love breathes, but never awake
Conscious but unmovable
I hope she wakes from this eternal slumber
And helps me in this world of chaos
I speak to her every day
But she replied with silence
My eyes of blue, my golden hair
Friends I have but closest two
One with a scarf and one with a blazing spirit
The first one waiting for me, to bear my scarf on you
This second friend of mine, my other self
His spirit soo bright and beautiful that I cannot see
Lost its path and fell into the depths of despair
I want to know how the darknesses spread
Answer my love, answer me, the question I ask you daily:
I do not know if you can hear me,
through this gate of crystals that separate us
Who am I to you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem